Christiana McMasters

Hi I am Christiana. You can call me Cris or Crissy. I am 26 year old business owner living in the heart of california.....26 for the 6th time. I have been married 4 times to the same person who is also my business partner. I have a beautiful little girl named Lil that I absolutely adore and would do anything for. I'm a recovering alcoholic that hasn't had a drink in a really long time....4 hours. In my former life, I was a bit of a goody too shoes. I guess you could say that I was somewhat a killer....just not of human beings. I have had a lot of heartbreak and pain. Just days before my 24th birthday, I was sent into premature labor by drinking a cup of tea that was given to me by a so called friend and the tea had a toxin in it that could induce an abortion. I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy named Donovan that died 2 weeks after he was born. I have never experienced like when I lost Donovan and when I lost my little girl, Erin. Alex and I were seperated at the time and one of his psychotic girlfriends fought me after my baby shower and pushed me down a flight of stairs at my hotel. I woke up in the hospital and Alex told me that Erin was a stillborn. I light a candle at church everyday for my babies, my sweet angel babies. Lil is my world and I treasure her. Alex and I are civil toward each other but it's hard when you have a history like ours. My mother died of a brain tumor when I was in my first year of college and my father went awol when he divorced my mother. I have a sister that refuses to talk to me because I didn't abort Lil and cut all ties with Alex. I'm pretty much an open book and you can ask me anything. I'll be adding more about myself later on.

I have lived all over the world. During the time that I was an escort, I lived in Rome. After my first divorce, I lived in Ibiza for a year. When I graduated from college and was very heavily pregnant, I went backpacking around Europe. Plus when I was an escort, my clients would fly me all over the globe. Paris, London, New York. I have been everywhere.

I own a nightclub in New York and a private investigation agency in Los Angeles. Running a nightclub is fun because I make a lot of money and I meet a lot of people from all walks of life. I never liked being a private investigator but my ex-husband knows that I am good at handling money and I can lace up his wounds after being shot by a cheating husband or a lesbian redneck with a shotgun. We get some crazy and interesting clients. I only became a private investigator because my husband was in a coma and had a living will, which stated that in the event of becoming incapacitated, I was to take over his affairs. I was living in Rome at the time and I was seperated from Alexander but we were not legally divorced. I loved Alexander enough to respect his wishes and that is why I became a private investigator. About 8 months after I took over the agency, Alex woke up. The day that Alex woke up was on Christmas and it was the best present that I could have ever received. I did not want Alex to jump back into anything business related as it would have disturbed his recovery process, so I continued to run the business for him. When Alex did finally completely recover, I didn't want to go back to Rome and I wanted to work on my marriage, so I stuck around. My relationship with Alex did not work out any of the 5 million times that we tried it, so now I am running the business to help him out and to stay close to my daughter. Alex lives in the hotel that the P.I. business is ran out of and I gave him full custody of my daughter after I went to rehab the 3rd time. Alex lets me see Lillian anytime I want, regardless of our agreement.

I do know someone that is on death row, a friend of mine named Chloe. Chloe stabbed this really annoying guy who was all up in her grill with this super huge ice pick and he bled out like a fish. Chloe was also in a coma for a year and then she woke up and turned herself into the fuzz. Alex was like super insane for a moment and so our friend Ethan busted her out of jail to help get Alex sane again. Chloe got really comfortable on the outside and is now my business partner at the club and is married and has 5 kids. Chloe is still a fugitive from the law but I'm calling in a few favors to get that straightened out.

sounds like you have a well thought out back ground, now what should be, easy questions.

what is your favorite food,
favorite ice cream
what is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow
how hard is it to get mashed potatoes out of a Sippy cup. how did they get in there to start with.
what is the muzzle velocity of a cylinder fed, double action, smith and Wesson 357 magnum with a four inch barrel or do you use a 9 mil auto

just food for thought

Max

__________________if you're writing over your readers head - tum etiam, ut graece scribens --- the secret of success changes;the truth of failure remains constant; if you try to please everyone you will fail.

sounds like you have a well thought out back ground, now what should be, easy questions.

what is your favorite food,
favorite ice cream
what is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow
how hard is it to get mashed potatoes out of a Sippy cup. how did they get in there to start with.
what is the muzzle velocity of a cylinder fed, double action, smith and Wesson 357 magnum with a four inch barrel or do you use a 9 mil auto

just food for thought

Max

Bambrack and Coddle. Honeybuttered biscuits and irish stew. Although I am impartial to Black pudding and boxty. What? Alex is an irishman who always cooked for me when we were married. I haven't had a decent delicious meal since the divorce.

Favorite ice cream has got to be Superman with sprinkles.

An unladen swallow sounds like something I used to do back in my escorting days. I'm not really sure what you mean by that one.

Mashed potatoes are not that hard to get out of a sippy cup, just put some dial soap in the cup and put the cup until really hot water for 20 minutes.

Babies do the craziest things. I can remember when Lily was a baby, she would throw food everywhere....especially mashed potatoes. Lily was attempting to levitate food but it just went all over the walls and food. Alex still screams at me from time to time about not binding Lily's powers but I don't want to restrict my kid from reaching her full potential with them.

I mainly use swords in my line of work and don't know too much about guns. I did however shoot at my ex-husband multiple times during our marriage, I missed on purpose. I want to scare him not kill him. I love the bastard too much to let him push up daisies. I did however shoot Alexander's psycho girlfriend in the eye once for popping Lily in the mouth. Nobody messes with my baby girl.

well, how about her wardrobe, 4 inch spikes, sweatpants, yes or no to underwear - tell me about her choices, tell me what impression she gives when she enters a room.

and maybe her hair, short, long ,maybe head shaved on one side with a tat that says bite-me. color red, blonde, blue?

to what lengths does she go to protect Lil, what lengths would she go to. is xxxx (I think you said four divorces) hubby any help with Lil, does Lil need any protection?

did you cry when Bambi's mother died. how about when the wife dies in love story.

tequila, hash, Irish coffee, ice tea - not to be confused with the long island verity

well that's all I can think of now

Bambrack and Coddle. Honeybuttered biscuits and irish stew. is the biscuits and stew the same a bambrack and coddle, which is the stew

Although I am impartial to Black pudding and boxty. ?some kind of desert or a bed room activity I'm not yet familiar with?

later,

Max

Darling, I am a proud open book.

During my escorting days, My wardrobe mainly consisted of a lot of corsets and lingerie and pretty much anything that the average boring old hag would find skanky.

I simmered down a bit since Lil was born and I'm more into tank tops and sweatpants. Mommies don't have time to spend 30 minutes putting on makeup. Darling, I haven't worn underwear since 1997.

I might be italian but I can work a room like that ol missy Scarlett O'Hara. Men want to be with me and women want to be like me. I am sounding a little too sure of myself but I am a dynamo in everything that you can think of.

It is like the moment that I started escorting, I began to start living. I was very bland and boring and bleak before I moved to rome. I was obedient and faithful and did what everyone else expected of me. I wanted a typical boring life complete with a bed and a breakfast, a forever marriage to Alex, and a house filled with kids. When I walked out on my first marriage, it was like I was reborn. Escorting is illegal but I was happy with the money that I was making and I loved my life for once. I was finally liberated and once you get a feeling like that, there is no going back.

During my days as an escort, my hair was every color that you can think of. Before I was an escort, I was a bleach blond. Nowadays I'm back to my natural brunette.

I have a tattoo on my leg of a butterfly that has the names of my kids within it. I had a belly piercing but I took it out around the time that me and Alex were trying to conceive Donovan, I was afraid that a poison would seep into my tummy and make me infertile.

I would go to the ends of the earth to protect Lillian. Lillian is my miracle baby and I love her more than life itself. Lillian is a really special child with extraordinary powers and I don't want anyone to take advantage of her. Plus in my line of my work, I have to be super overprotective of Lillian. There is a lot of people out there who would love nothing more than to destroy me and my family.

Alex helps me out with Lily. I made a ton of money from my escorting days, lost it when the stock market almost crashed, and then got it back when I opened the nightclub in New York, so that's why I don't need child support from Alex. Alex and I have an arrangement where he will see Lily on Monday through thursday morning and I will see Lily on Thursday Night through Monday morning. We just didn't want to drag Lily through a custody battle and so we sat down and make our own verbal arrangement.

I have never seen bambi but that scene sounds horrific. I did cry bucketfuls when Ali Mcgraw's character in Love Story did. Love story is just a beautiful and underrated movie. Love Story is up there with "The Way We Were" and "An Affair to remember" as underrated.

Marijuana at times and Southern Comfort. Hell I will drink anything that is tasty. I never smoke around my daughter and never will. Lily is still sweet and tiny and doesn't need to be corrupted like I am.

I married Alex 4 times for many reasons. The first time was because we loved each other and couldn't wait to spend our lives together. The first marriage lasted only 24 hours but the annullment papers were not signed for at least a year and a half. The second marriage happened because Alex was about to get deported and I did not want him to get thrown out of the country. The second marriage lasted about 8 months and then I moved out. The annullment papers were not signed until about 6 months after I left Alex. I'm usually the one who wants to end the marriages while Alex would rather keep trying to breathe life into dead horses. The third marriage happened because once again we believed that it could be forever and plus I was very heavily pregnant with Donovan at the time. The third marriage didn't work out for a multitude of reasons.....starting with losing Donovan. Alex and I just couldn't survive losing that kid. Plus I blamed him for Donovan's death because a friend of mine wanted to do a healing spell on the baby to save his life and Alex didn't want it to happen. Alex was too afraid of possible reprecussions that could result from the spell maybe not working. We had a huge fight in the hospital and I was thisclose to making myself a widow when someone pulled me off of him. The night that Donovan died, I took comfort in the arms of one of Alex's friends. Alex couldn't forgive me for cheating on him and I couldn't forgive him for killing our baby. Plus to add more insult to injury, I found out that I was pregnant again several weeks after cheating on Alex. I planned to have an abortion but had a miscarriage before I could do so. When I was in the hospital and found out how many weeks pregnant that I actually was, the baby would have been Alex's. Our third marriage lasted almost a year and the divorce papers were signed shortly after Alex walked out on me. I was still sleeping with Alex after the divorce and that's how my Erin was conceived. Alex wasn't in my life during that pregnancy because I didn't want him to be. Alex is an on and off alcoholic and I felt that my kid shouldn't be around that. Alex tried his damnedest to be involved though. Always showing up at my apartment unexpectedly with presents like huge teddy bears. Going with me to my doctor's appointments when I didn't want him to and then crying more than me when we saw Erin on the sonogram screen. Alex has an older son from a previous relationship(if you can call it that!) and he would be my lamaze partner. Also Alex is frenemies with this blonde haired guy that I simply adore and was also my lamaze partner. Alex would show up at the damn class an hour early before everyone else and became a teacher's pet, it was so cute. I was civil with Alex during that pregnancy but I gave him an ultimatum, it was either the booze or the baby. I hoped that he would choose the baby because I didn't want to take care of our daughter without him and he cleaned up his act for a while and we were in the process of working things out. Alex was dating this psycho bitch from planet nobbybrain and she considered my baby to be a threat to their relationship. On the night of my baby shower, the psycho bitch revealed a secret that I had hidden far away and tried to forget about. Alex was furious with me about the secret and so I ran back to the hotel in an effort to pack my things and get out of town fast, because I figured that Alex would kill me. The psycho bitch showed up at the hotel and we got into a huge physical fight because well we have always hated each other. The psycho bitch pushed me down a flight of stairs and when I woke up in the hospital, I was told that my daughter was a stillborn. To this day, I still have no idea how my baby could have died. Sure I was pushed down the stairs but my pregnancy was free of any complications. The fourth marriage happened because me and Alex didn't want Lily growing up in 2 homes and being shuttled back and forth. Lily was around 3 when the fourth marriage happened. Things were going great for a while and I finally had the family that I wanted for so long with Alex. Everyday was wonderful and I thought it would be forever that time. Then Alex wanted to pack up the family and move to Ireland. I loved Alex and I still do but I wasn't ready to completely settle down like that. I didn't want to be some bland little housewife whose greatest joy in life is her tupperware collection. I was still in my late 20's and wanted to have fun....in addition to being a mother and wife. Alex has this very stupid image of what a wife is supposed to be like. I might have popped out a kid and took vows but come friday night, I'm going out to the club and getting hammered. Alex is technically a very old man that is extremely old fashioned and there was no way in hell that I was going to let him control my life. Alex has never been able to accept that I am a bird that has to fly, can't hold me down. I could have stayed in the last marriage and I had every reason to do so. I was giving my kid a home and finally spending my life with a guy that I had loved since Clinton was president. Staying in the marriage would have meant giving up a part of myself and potentially losing my own identity and there was no way in hell that I was letting that happen. I love Alex with every fiber of my damn being but the man can't accept me for I am and sometimes it was just too much to deal with. Alex wanted me to turn back into the bland little bimp bamp that he fell in love with. Someone that always does what she is told and obeys happily. Rome turned me into the woman that I am now and as long as I am not hurting anyone, there's no reason to be a good little puppy again. I walked out on Alex the day after Lily turned 6 and we just signed the papers 3 months ago. I didn't cry over losing the marriage but I already have cried over losing Alex too many damn times before and I won't do it again. The day after I left Alex, I went to a nightclub and started looking for some fun. All the other times that Alex divorced me, I would sit at home on the couch and be mopey as all hell. I'm talking chick flicks and chocolate and crying type mopey. I just decided that I wasn't going to let the hurt take over me this time. Yes, I was hurt by the divorce but I was the one who wanted it. Alex is always going to be in my heart because I love him and because he gave me 4 babies but there is no reason for us to ever be together again. Me and Alex are not meant to be together and I am finally realizing that. After all of the fights and the crying and the drama and the hurt and the pain, I am finally letting go of Alex. Me and Alex will continue to run the business and take care of Lily but that is as far as it is going to go with us. I think the main reason why I keep leaving Alex is because I am afraid to turn back into the woman that he originally loved, that would mean opening up a lot of old wounds and of course, losing my identity.

Bambrack and Coddle are irish dishes. Basically all of the food that I like at this moment is culturally irish.

I like the honeybuttered biscuits from popeyes although alex always insisted that I make biscuits from scratch. I am like Carrie Bradshaw, my stove is my closet.

I love a good long island iced tea. Hash is for the broke and sad while I am paid and happy as hell. Does Bailey's Irish cream count as irish coffee? Because I am into that.

I charge guys for doing Tequila shots on my stomach.

Black Pudding and Boxty are irish dishes as well.

Ask away....still an open book.

(You think that this message is long. Wait until you get the full story idea.....you won't be finished reading it until february lol.)

have you considered that you can't lose an identity, well in the sense your speaking. you are who you are with the changes your world has forced on you. your identity is deep inside, it not the meat-suit you wear on the outside or even the mental character that your speech tells everyone you are.

are you looking for happiness
do you think it even exist except in fleeting burst.

no, those are all the wrong questions, the right one is - are you happy?

again I will say this is a well developed character, and if you want to tweak it further - you know my address.

look forward to the full story, maybe a few chapters at a time, never mind I think I would like to read the whole thing or most of it before I start the... whatever

Max

__________________if you're writing over your readers head - tum etiam, ut graece scribens --- the secret of success changes;the truth of failure remains constant; if you try to please everyone you will fail.

have you considered that you can't lose an identity, well in the sense your speaking. you are who you are with the changes your world has forced on you. your identity is deep inside, it not the meat-suit you wear on the outside or even the mental character that your speech tells everyone you are.

are you looking for happiness
do you think it even exist except in fleeting burst.

no, those are all the wrong questions, the right one is - are you happy?

again I will say this is a well developed character, and if you want to tweak it further - you know my address.

look forward to the full story, maybe a few chapters at a time, never mind I think I would like to read the whole thing or most of it before I start the... whatever

Max

I lost my identity when I moved to Rome. I became something that I hated and wished that I had never done but I also loved what I became. I became stronger, wilder, and a whole hell of a lot more independent than before. I was making my own rules and not answering to anyone. I spent a good chunk of my life in a job that made me sick and once I retired, I was reborn. If I become what Alex wants me to be, I won't be able to survive it. The girl that Alex fell in love with was optimistic, airheaded, and someone who cried a little too much. A gangly little thing that did what everyone else expected of her and never went for her own dreams and hopes. A meek little human dolphin whose only purpose was to be strong for the world around her. I suffered more pain around my so-called family than anyone should ever endure and when I finally married Alex, they threw me away like a piece of tissue. No phone calls. No emails. Cut off my income and left me homeless in a strange city. Petey(the blonde guy from before) always says that I push myself away from what I really want because If I get it, I'm afraid that I will lose it. Apparently in Petey's eyes, I am destroying myself because I don't feel that Alex is worthy of me. All of that could not be further from the truth, although Alex never did deserve me. I suppose someday that I will be that meek little girl again that Alex was soooo head over heels for, but it is not happening anytime soon. I am going to live my life to the fullest, be a good mom to my little girl, and do my own thing.

Sometimes I believe that I am happy while other times I am not. For a long time I believed that love would be my happiness. I learned otherwise after a million breakups, 4 divorces, and more heartache than a woman should ever feel. I loved Alex with every fiber of my being and a part of me always will, but I am never going to be what he wants of me. My happiness will never be Alex. I am happy whenever I see my little girl. Lily is bumbly and bright and gorgeous. Lily is the light of my world and the other piece of my heart. I would be dead if it wasn't for my kid. I live the way that I want to live and that makes me happy. Waking up every morning to a different man makes me happy. Going to a bar and getting tore up makes me happy. Alex hates the way I live but he doesn't own me anymore. Marriage is like prison, once you get in it, you can't wait to get out of it.

(I am trying my hardest to get something to you. It is just that my damn schedule now is so loopy.....uggh....grrr.)

Is everything all right with you? What's with the before I start the whatever?

Is it something serious? You can tell me in pm if you don't want to spill it out here.